He moved away and turned to face her, one brow raised.

His brow raised as he lay back down beside her.

A dark brow raised; he moved farther into the room.

His brow raised, as if the notion had never occurred to him.

I interrupted to ask, my brows raised with the question.

He grinned, relaxed and looked at her with a brow raised.

Maybe t had a funny look on my face, because she pulled back, brows raised.

She looked at it a moment, her brows raised thoughtfully.

The old man's brows raised and he pressed his lips together.

A thin brow crooked up, and the man raised a hand for quiet.